{"id":54097,"date":"2019-06-22T22:27:31","date_gmt":"2019-06-23T02:27:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=54097"},"modified":"2019-06-22T22:27:31","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T02:27:31","slug":"the-land-knows-you-prompt-17-hour-14","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/the-land-knows-you-prompt-17-hour-14\/","title":{"rendered":"The Land Knows You  (prompt 17, Hour 14)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The land knows you, even when you are lost.<br \/>\nShe is you.<br \/>\nShe never forgets.<br \/>\nYour juices are her juices.<br \/>\nYour flesh is her flesh.<br \/>\nIn cold city offices,<br \/>\nIn filthy concrete streets,<br \/>\nDressed in your warmest and heaviest<br \/>\ncoats and boots,<br \/>\nShe knows you. She greets you<br \/>\nwith cool wind in hot places,<br \/>\nwith warm sun in cold realms.<br \/>\nShe displays her changing beauties<br \/>\nwhether you are there to see them or not,<br \/>\nin case you return.<br \/>\nShe is one with your pain and your joy.<br \/>\nShe teaches your children<br \/>\nsmall beauties before they know how to learn.<br \/>\nShe remembers your people<br \/>\nfrom before they succumbed to civilization.<br \/>\nShe has tasted your blood.<br \/>\nOn foreign seas, in strange lands,<br \/>\nher breath travels to greet and remind you<br \/>\nshe is there. Her dust will find you across oceans.<br \/>\nHer rain is born in your homeland<br \/>\nand carried to where you are to remind you.<br \/>\nYou cannot get so far away that the land<br \/>\nforgets you. You are never so lost<br \/>\nthat she will not find you.<br \/>\nThe land knows you, even when you<br \/>\nhave not put a seed in the earth in decades.<br \/>\nThe land knows you, even when you are lost.<br \/>\nYou are never lost.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The land knows you, even when you are lost. She is you. She never forgets. Your juices are her juices. Your flesh is her flesh. In cold city offices, In filthy concrete streets, Dressed in your warmest and heaviest coats and boots, She knows you&#8230;.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1075,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-54097","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54097","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1075"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=54097"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54097\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":54380,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/54097\/revisions\/54380"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=54097"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=54097"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=54097"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}